Playground: Child of Divorce

by Aron Beauregard

The crusty scab of Geraldine’s ruptured hemorrhoid was moistening with each lick from Rock’s massive tongue.

Geraldine rubbed her sagging breast with one hand and her pruned clit—it looked like a giant, chewed raisin—with the other. She then dragged the moist, ruptured wound up to his nose and brought the firm cluster of fecal-caked ’rhoids into his quivering mouth.

havoc on his palate. The bitter, salty, and strangely metallic taste overwhelmed his taste buds. As the boogery ’rhoid-sludge oozed down the sides